Sweet baby Biruk....

I had a super long post and now it doesn't seem at all significant. Poor Biruk just woke up after only an hour and a half of sleeping and he was hysterical. We finally calmed him by turning on the water in the tub (an old trick from when Conner was a baby). We gave him gas drops because he kept farting but I felt so bad for the little fella. He seemed so traumatized by whatever was going on and talking to him or looking at us was not helping. I really hope the little guy gets a good night sleep and is more relaxed in the morning. I have definitely decided the hardest part of this adoption is not understanding what Biruk needs. With Conner I understood most of it. It was stressful, overwhelming and crazy at times but I could figure most things out. He had colic and screamed from 5-10 every night. That was predictable. We figured out what helped to calm him and I also figured out what foods to not eat (breastfeeding). He slept through the nights, only to get up to eat (sometimes 3-5 times but he always snuggled up and went right back to sleep). With Biruk it's different. Instead I wonder if he's missing his nannies, his old language, smells, his crib, everything. It worries me. Definitely during the day he's our little champ. He loves to laugh and smile and I'm falling in love with him more and more every day. Conner has really taken a shine to him and I love listening to him talk to Biruk. Tonight at dinner he said "Hi Biruk, my little chunk". Then he told Nathan he was chunky. But, back to Biruk, he's such a little ham during the day and seems so peaceful. Then at night he seems to be struggling. Maybe he's teething, maybe it's gas, but maybe he's just sad. I've really been trying to take all of this into consideration because it does help with my patience and reminds me of how much I thought and prayed about this little guy before I even met him or knew he was ours. I hope the next week brings improvements and peace for Biruk.

I know after that story I shouldn't follow with something like this but I will. Today Nater had made us a big plate of nacho's and it looked so scrumptious. Well 2 bites into it and I have another one of my coughing fits (yes, it's gotten worse). I sprint to the bathroom (bladder control issues, more about that later) and next thing I know I puke all over the damn bathroom. I called for Nater and he is standing at the doorway looking at me with pity and all of the sudden I just start laughing. It must have been such a sight. Please let this god awful cough pass soon. It's been 2 weeks in the making and from what I've heard it may linger for a while. YUCK.

I'd better get some rest while I can. Happy Saturday to everyone. I promise this blog will become upbeat and humorous again. It just may take some time.
Sincerely,
Chatter